World’s Worst Obligate Carnivore

Every once in a while I do something strangely domestic, like spend an afternoon making marshmallow Legoman head pops for my kid’s birthday.

I am not one who normally functions in that realm of aprons and the latest issue of Martha Stewart Living, so this is, like, a big deal. For me to spend an afternoon with my printed out instructions from Bakerella and a Michael’s bag, that represents a big commitment. So needless to say, I was very protective of these marshmallow pops. They have to make it until Sunday, and standing between them and success is a houseful of dogs.

I had to leave them out to dry after covering them in candy coating, so I very conscientiously moved them to the very far back portion of the counter. That seemed safe enough. No dogs can reach it.

But I hadn’t counted on the cat.

I caught him RED HANDED, face buried in a pop. He ate three. May I remind you, those pops are composed of marshmallow and candy coating. No tuna. Sugar. What the heck? And to add insult to injury, it triggered just the kind of response one would expect in a food allergic cat whose extreme dietary sensitivities manifest via GI distress, so then I had a magnificent neon mess in the garage to deal with.

I know one shouldn’t think unkind thoughts on National Hug Your Cat Day, but I did anyway.

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sounds like something my hannah would do. thankfully without the gi distress afterwards though. she’s a whore for white bread and sugar, which is odd because i seem to remember reading somewhere that cats couldn’t taste sweet…
you do realize that you have to give your readers the recipe for those pops now don’t you? 😉

Oh dear. We used to give our cats the big marshmallows as toys to chase. (This was before we had kids). They loved them! Luckily we never had one with GI issues to deal with, beyond the normal hair ball and general food upchuck once in a while. Don’t know if you considered it, but I often hide things like that in the microwave or even the oven.

I caught my cat eating spinach I left out the other day. Spinach. We had a chat about what it means to be an obligate carnivore and how she is letting her species down. Sounds like Apollo needs the same chat.

In my humble opinion (which is pretty worthless since I don’t own a cat…and only because I’m deathly allergic) – cats don’t care about sugar, or that it shouldn’t appeal to them…cats are about poking with a stick.
Cat: It’ll annoy you (or the dog, or whatever)? Good. I’m all over it.

One of my cats has a sweet tooth. I think she ate one or two marshmallows as a kitten, and she used to like eating what was left on the spoon after making rice krispie treats (cereal and all). She also LOVES licking the sour sugar off sour straw candy, and likes eating a small piece of mochi (a gooey Asian confection) when ever I have one.

We have 3 cats and the youngest of the three will eat anything…ANYTHING. She loves cornbread and will even growl if you try and take it away from her. I’ve seen her eat beans, corn on the cob, etc. We call her our little scavenger. We rescued her from a drain pipe when she was a baby so we suspect she learned early on to eat whatever she could get her paws on 😉